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J and J in J!

20. mars 2012

Dette er en samarbeidspost mellom meg og J (som blogger her), for å oppsummere den fantastiske helgen vi hadde sammen!

Soundtrack: AIR – «Cherry Blossom Girl»

Ønsker om en god helg gikk i oppfyllelse :D

Loneliness. A big part of being away from home, from friends, from family, from conversations that exceeds talking about the weather. The joy of meeting a familiar face by accident on the street has never been further away from the daily life, and is painfully missed. In the japanese distanced and friendly communication, hugs are as rare as sarcasm. One rainy march evening J takes a 12 hour long bus ride. To meet the beloved momoiro-chan, and to get a long needed hug.

In the morning J came off the bus, location Nagoya. At that point two norwegian foreigners rejoice in the opportunity to talk without constantly worrying about whether or not to apply japanese te-form endings on verbs, about shit, sometimes in loud and excited voices, sometimes in hushed and soft voices, about something the japanese businessman sitting on the corner next to us would never understand. Even if he knew the language. In a misty rainy japanese spring two hungry lost souls find peace in the simple pleasure of chatting.

After consuming matters of conversation as lions tear the flesh off a long missed meal, we were meeting a man, a friendly stranger, who two adventurous ones were invited to stay for the weekend. A chocolate cake sent from God himself later we were on our way. To castles, to japanese gardens, to hot springs, café´s hidden deep in the woods, to the japanese secrets of mattcha and origami making. To sleeping on the japanese tatami mats in a room filled with temple incense, an overwhelming and golden buddhist altar and the presence of generations of japanese ancestral spirits. Through the mysterious turns and twists and incomprehensible beauty of the old small Kyoto roads, filled with paper lamps in the night, their lights carried away by the warm spring wind.

The castle grounds are filled with sakura and plum trees, most of the buds are still curled up, snoozing and waiting for still another lovecall from a sunbeam. Others open their hearts to the still chilly and misty world, knowing how to make the most of their short stay in the flashlights of our cameras. Their pink and white presence make a contrast to the grey rainy day, and let the rain shine in scarlet and silver. Together with the golden castle they make such a strong impression as to make a girl forget the rain, their grey thoughts and speedy shadows.

The people in the Kyoto streets are bathing in the light festival wonders of the seasons, and their faces seems as much filled with childish openness, curiousness and reflections of beauty as our strange blue-eyed and freckled faces. In these streets everyone are strangers and everyone are foreigners, travelers to a different sense of time and a pause from the age of rushing suits and hearts forgotten on abandoned train seats. As our feet takes us down spirals of streets, together with our most admirable japanese hosts, at once we feel at home, and though every face is that of a stranger, we can feel the smiles they hide in their hearts, smiles somehow not anymore out of reach.

The most precious of moments is not the one of japanese big powerful or colorful wonders. It is the ones of familiarness, trust and intimacy. When, on our car ride home, two norwegian girls fall asleep in the backseat, filled with japanese candy and the japanese relaxed chatter of our new japanese mother and father in the front. When the mother asks if we are hungry, and when the father asks if we are tired and whether we want to go home. The deep care shows in the smiles, and is so much more precious for a new foreigner.

After Js meeting of momoiro-chan’s Nagoya host family, staying there with three, four, five cats, we spent our last days filling up colorful shopping bags and emptying our already anorectic wallets, but all the more happy nonetheless. We made friends with our hairdressers, and a clapping screaming happy gay store attendant. We drank umeshu from the carton and made green russians. And we laughed, in norwegian.


Takk for en super helg!<3


Jeg har tatt permanent med store ruller, som gir myke krøller og fint fall :D


Jeg savner deg J! <3

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10 kommentarer leave one →
  1. Sylvi Næss permalink
    20. mars 2012 3:17 pm

    Jeg må si til dere begge to,- dette var fasinerende, med både bilder og historie! Man vil ikke slippe historien, men bare fortsette å lese! Fantastiskt flott fortalt og talende bilder! Dette har dere hatt veldig godt av,- det syntes tydelig! Man vil gjerne si mer,mer…..
    Takk til dere begge for å ta oss med på en så fin «journey» !(eller fairy tail)!
    Store klemmer fra tante Sylvi:):):):):):):):-)

    • 21. mars 2012 10:51 am

      Tusen takk for hyggelig kommentar, tante! :)

      Vi skal nok treffes igjen om et par måneder, så da får vi lage et slikt innlegg på nytt :)

      Store klemmer til deg også :))

  2. Inger permalink
    20. mars 2012 9:12 pm

    Jessu, si meg….ser dere selv hva dere skapte her, talende bilder og en medfølgende tekst som bare inviterte en rett inn. Ble ganske så satt ut her , skjønner jo at dette bare er et bruddstykke av langhelgen.
    Dog var alt til å ta, føle, lukte og sanse på. You two , aught to pair up in a blog!

    Kjempeartig lesning og flotte bilder, takk til dere begge to for delingen av den helgen.

    • 21. mars 2012 10:52 am

      Tusen takk, Inger! Det var veldig hyggelig sagt og jeg er veldig glad for at du likte det :)

      Vi kommer nok til å gjøre dette igjen neste gang vi treffes! :)

      Klem!

  3. 21. mars 2012 10:07 am

    Åh, herlig post – eg får så lyst å bare hive meg på flyet til Japan eg og!! Vakre jenter dåke er – så fine bilder av dåke!!! :)

  4. 21. mars 2012 2:18 pm

    Hadde vi bodd i samme by hadde dette vært dagligkost tror jeg! Gleder meg sånn til Fukuoka besøk, da kommer akt 2 :D

    ヤンネちゃん!本当行ってよかったね!

    <3

    • 22. mars 2012 2:46 pm

      Lett J! Vi får ta en reprise når jeg kommer for å besøke deg! :D

      Awh, jeg også!! Veldig <3

  5. Kamuflirt permalink
    21. mars 2012 3:15 pm

    Spænnende at følge dere.

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